Brunch at Cafe Cluny spurred out of an early morning run with my new friend, Michelle. Michelle took me under her wing when I started my new job back in April, and we went from an office meet & greet to soccer extracurriculars and eight milers on the West Side. Needless to say, we became fast friends; there are few people who can get me out of bed before 7 a.m. on a Saturday after multiple margaritas on a Friday night.
We cut our West Side loop short to run through the Village before everyone was awake, savoring the quaint streets all to ourselves. Somewhere between cobblestones and Beyonce blaring in my ears, Michelle mentioned we’d just passed one of her favorite brunch spots, Cafe Cluny, and I started thinking about my post-run meal.
I figured after eight miles of calories burned, I should wake Paul up and head to Cafe Cluny immediately. Michelle’s recommendations have never steered me wrong, so I had high hopes that this would be exactly the epic brunch I needed.
We were lucky to return before any crowds had collected outside, despite the typically long waits I’d been warned of. We were quickly seated and took in the European-esque, subtly-chic cafe with wood paneled low ceilings, wicker chairs, and white walls. We cozied up in a corner of the light-filled back room and observed the dried butterflies that decorated the otherwise neutral decor.
It comes as no surprise that I started with a latte, which was really great, while the extremely friendly waiter walked us through the menu. His positive demeanor made me even more excited to try the favorites he was recommending, and I noted the great service with an exclamation point.
We started with savory and ordered the short rib hash with poached eggs and Bernaise sauce. I still can’t place if it was the seasoning or just the quality of the meat, but I was very impressed with this dish.
Next up was the breakfast club sandwich, which I’m going to forever dream about. This blows your questionable corner market egg sandwich out of the water. It’s served with fried egg, bacon, tomato, avocado, and spicy mayo, so it’s a glorified BLT with egg, and everything you could ever need in a breakfast sandwich. Don’t come here without ordering this.
Thanks to our waiter’s suggestion, we decided to order the French toast as a “dessert,” making me feel a lot less guilty about the third entree. The two enormous pieces of fluffy brioche were served with nectarine, plum wedges, and maple syrup from upstate NY. The unique fruit selection added a deliciously different element to this breakfast staple.
Overall, we were very impressed. This is a place you’d come back to for a second time, which is rare in a city over saturated with awesome food options. I look forward to returning to impress my out of town friends.
The Bitches say A. This brunch made our top list in every category: memorable food, prime location, attentive service, and charming ambiance.
284 West 12th St.
New York, NY 10014
(212) 255 6900
Cafe Cluny serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m.